jamspank @jamspank@oulipo.social

all day i work at our Dolphin Town War Historical Park, and folks can't stop asking how i got an account on oulipo dot social. buddy,

as of today, i am thirty-six

"a jar for pickling clouds" is a good bit of words about a building from a book & by an author i can't talk about

so i got into cryptic crosswords last month and i gotta say a bit of what i find at our glorious oulipo dot social is starting to sound similar to that kind of crossword hint

which is to say a human who is violating a civic b-havioral contract so as to gain involuntary noticings from passing humans; it got right up my noz, i don't mind saying. not a fan of public humorists, "practical joking," &c.

in a farming mkt just now, a woman points at my foot as i go and says summat i don't catch. "what?" i say. "you walk on th' ground," is said. adds: "so you got a good grounding -- this is known." i stop and squint and don't got it, but got it finally: this woman is a card, a trickstr, a public humorist

i'm sorry, coworkrs, but this knit thing has got to go away for a minnit or two. i will just sit loudly-of-shirt at my station and try not to bug anybody

this is what i got for tryin' a stylish look today -- floral shirt with knit-shirt on top to calm down bright, distracting fabric. now, too many shirts and this Jim is too warm

whoooooof, too warm. gotta sit still, chill out, stop with this sick-in-my-gut thing

i want to go again, and not only 'cuz i'm sick of my job

took 10 days off from work. good stuff! 2 days in Capital Hill, most capital bit of Washington's cultural capital (in my opinion), with my most capital pal and King of Tukwila. Kubota Park, Asian-ish spot with grass and shrubs and a pair of rosy arch pathways crossing ponds; a bookshop with a wondrous amount of intriguing books; a shop full of tiny sugar-flour-fat loafs-with-frosting, not uncommon in my own city, but this of top quality; bars and music shops and parks and pools and plants, oh my